TWENTY-NINE
She hadn’t had a moment’s peace in the last week. Being under constant watch had been uncomfortable. Being on the run, even more so. But as much as she’d wished for time to collect her thoughts, she found the silence she’d longed for suddenly unnerving.
Gusting wind sent tree branches clawing at her window. Her imagination conjured thoughts of mystic mercenaries closing in for the kill. She jumped to secure the locks, and mentally ran through the exits Grey had outlined when they arrived. Small window above the shower in the bathroom. That was her best way out.
Putting her trust in Sylvia had felt right when she’d accepted the safe house key. But what if the well-connected Shade had simply provided a pretty package for delivery. Sitting there, alone, unarmed, Sage had all bu
